Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 117 Steven Pearson and Mr. Lee

“You are most welcome, Mrs. George, please go ahead.” She must have had cosmetology upon the

movements over the phone.

I looked around and said, “Dennis and I are going to buy a new house, but I am pregnant and Dennis

was busy with the company, it’s not convenient for us to walk around. And I’ve heard that you own a

home here, therefore, I think, may I know the environment and virescence from you. ”

“Well, J Villas are actually not as nice as your residence. I bought it as the matrimonial home for

Steven, my son. Now it has been decorated for almost a month, but too many troubles and problems

occurred. I would probably refund it if the two kids were to marry.”

The wedding house of Steven? As he worked in AC, was it possible that the man belonged to AC, too?

“I happened to be here now, would you please help me talk to the doorman to let me in? I want to have

a walk inside to check the environment.”said I

“Absolutely. Hand over your phone and I’ll talk to him!”

Hanging up, I came inside.

I asked the doorman for Pearson’s address where I headed to later.

The space of villas in downtown was always limited, let alone the additional apartment buildings,

numbers of residents here, thus, were comparatively large.

A black Maserati was in front of the house that was in the address given to me. But I was not sure

about the relation between the man and Steven.

As soon as I remembered the license plate number and checked the surroundings,I was to leave.

Unexpectedly, Steven stopped me and said, “Mrs. George, why don’t you come inside for a careful

check since you’ve already been here.”

Standing in amazement, I turned round and found him stand on the stairs, looking down at me.

I paused, my heart missing a beat and a smile forced, then said, “Did Mrs. Pearson tell you I was

coming? I just wander around, without intention of disturbance, so it’s not necessary to check the

details.”

“It’s nonsense not to get inside as long as you are here. You don’t know about my house, if you failed to

come into, do you?” said Steven who squinted, hinting something.

I, wringing my hands and looking at him, beamed, “Thanks for the invitation.”

He cracked a smile and stretched out his hands, “Please come in!”

The villa was not large enough, 500 square meters or so. Down at the stairs laid the lobby where the

middle aged man was sitting.

When he saw me, he squinted and said, “What a good memory does Mrs. George have!”

I was uncertain at first. Now the situation seemed clearer, depending on the Steven’s attitude and the

man’s words.

I stared at him with scowl, “Who are you, sir?”

“I am Mr. Wong!”he was quite calm, showing me to sit down, “What does Mrs. George would like to

know to follow us?”

“I do have some questions.”said I, sitting on the couch, “I think we have been strangers to each other,

haven’t we? How come did you kidnap me just because of a meaningless bid?”

He slightly squinted with a dangerous expression on his face, leaned back to the couch, said in a

displeased tone, “Mrs. George, if you really want to find out the truth, why not turn off your phone and

have a genuine talk. So brilliant as you who are not polite to tape the conversation.”

My hands in the pockets paralyzed and cold shivers attacked when I heard what he said, “such a

prudent man,” thought I.

A simper on my face, I took out my phone and turn it off in his sight. “ Now shall we talk?” said I who

raised an eyebrow and glared at him.

He sat up and smiled, “Sure!”

“So, why did you kidnap me for no reason?” I asked. Although it had been stalled for months since it

happened, it’s not easy to let it go without a clear explanation.

Lighting up a cigarette and smoking, he talked slowly not before taking glances at me, “It can be said

that somebody paid me for that.”

I said nothing but listened.

“It was AC that audited the George Group. But Mr. George suddenly introduced Jo Turner Credit into

the business, which actually was likely to get rid of AC. Besides, somebody hoped you could break

down with Mr. George. So I took the risk to get you out of this mess. I am sorry if I disturbed you.”

It was like a joke to me, “Is it just so simple? You are so good at saving importance. But what I know is

that you are not the shareholder of AC, which seems have nothing to do with you! Do you really think

I’ll buy what you’ve paid, threatening my life, is just for an AC?

He stubbed out the cigarette, looking at me with half-closed eyes, and said, “How do you know I have

nothing to do with the existence of AC? As about the kidnap, I think you shall talk to Mr. Thomson who

are better qualified to explain.”

“You mean Marcus Thomson?”

He smiled, “In fact, threatening you to hold the auction was just a little strategy. There were various

ways to solve the problem, while other intervention powers involved. That’s why I did it without any Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

decency, and I am sorry for that.”

Some intervention?

It was ninety-percent because of Olivia Pearson that Marcus Thomson got involved.

Generally, was it all about Olivia Pearson?

What had Olivia had done estranged Dennis and me, meanwhile, I felt about Dennis...

I was suffocating and with a severe headache when coming out. Though it was not a big deal, I felt like

sticking in a completely dark room, haunted by the voice of interactions between Dennis and Olivia.

I had kept adjusting and healing myself recently. However, I failed to escape from something that had

taken place.

I was totally blank, so I called Alex.

“What’s wrong, Clara?”

“Alex, I have to talk.” I was worried that I would probably be lost in this which might go into an endless

circulation.

What had passed had passed. I would not like to tell anyone else, but did drive myself into a blind alley.

“What happened to you? How does your sleep?” it sounded that Alex was tired. He must have just

finished his work.

Taking a breath, I felt grieved, “So much. When can you come to visit me, because I’m not capable for

a long trip for the pregnant.”

“Holy mother of God!”he exclaimed, “When and whose? What the hell is going on? Are you married,

and who did you marry?”

One question following close upon another were pouring, and I, touching my forehead, had no idea to

answer which one first. “It’s a long story. When are you available to visit me?” said I.

“Well, Clara, how dare you not to notice me your wedding? That’s too bad!” there is no end as long as

he started to talk.

A buzzing in my ear, I said, “Sorry. But there have been too much stuff that I wasn’t able to deal with,

so...”

He sighed over the phone, “It’s useless to explain as what has happened has happened. But I’ll go and

see what can I do for you.”